Chapter 242

I didn't hold out much hope for this. Whether or not Fabian would actually investigate it would probably depend on my attitude toward him. After downing a glass of alcohol, I felt a fiery burn in my throat. Glancing at the bottles on the table, I noticed that the drinks were all quite strong. "Mr. Zahn, it looks like your alcohol tolerance is getting better and better," I said. He did not bother with any modesty as he poured me another glass. "All this socializing outside that I do has trained me well." I was starting to feel a bit dizzy after just one glass. I placed my hand over my glass to signal that I couldn't drink anymore. "Any more and I'll cause a mess," I remarked. The worst time to drink was during business discussions. Fabian looked a little displeased when he heard that. He pushed my hand away and said in a somewhat hoarse voice, "In that case, we can just discuss business tomorrow. Tonight, we're drinking until we're drunk." Drinking until we're drunk? What was w